Five New Things I Noticed Around the School:
1. The kid in the corner by Mr. Shuman's room.
2. The weird round disco ball looking thing in the cieling in the commons.
3. The monkey guy in the painting on the wall by the art room.
4. The map on the wall in the councilor recieving room.
5. The words on all the clocks in the school.
Ten Important Things to Me:
1. Sitting down to a wonderfully cooked dinner with my entire family, including my sisters husband, and an empty stomach.
2. Being confident that what ever I do in my future, after high school, will be fun and interesting and that I can put 100% into it.
3. Standing in the midst of soft green well hydrated grass on a perfectly still 90º day waiting for the crack of the bat over in infield to force
the play that lets us bat.
4. Being able to be somewhere where I can be around alot of people all crazily doing their hurried and interesting activities…
5. …then being able to go back to my peaceful small town and enjoy the refreshing feeling of having nowhere to go.
6. The long drink of ice cold, crystal clear water after a long hard practice.
7. Forgetting to switch the alarm on a day off, and when it goes off at 6:30 in the infant hours of the morning, being able to shut it off and give myself a few more hours of rest.
8. Feeling the hard tug of the line as a strong slippery fish latches on to the bait at the end of my pole.
9. Walking through thirsty tall grass, near the dry woods, as a dark storm in the West approaches, ready to burst over the parched land.
10. The familiar smell of old people in the third row of my church in Audubon while we all learn together secrets held in the Ancient Words.
Revised Journal I spent my afternoon after school, yesterday, watching the after inauguration stuff and trying to pry my eyes away from it so I could get started on the homework I had. For some reason, however, I was captivated by all the bogus attention they were giving to our next president. He's not a celebrity, Martin Luther King, or a god. In my opinion, he is the man chosen by our people to run America for the next 4 years. But I couldn’t seem to peel myself away from watching all the hypocrisy the media made out of a demonstration of democracy, freedom, and liberty. In my opinion, if all people are equal and no one is supposed to be racist, then why does the media make such a big deal out of our president being black? Is he not just as equal as other men?
What I Want Is
By E.L. Ehlert
What I want is
An untouched place
To have what I want
What I want is
This place to preserve
All aspects of truth
And deny all lies
That are conjured by men
This place must be
Beautiful and serene
A symbol of hope
That none can refute
Three Haiku Poems
1. I'm outside right now
and it's basically awesome
you are missing out.
2. I'm still outside now
and it's still very awesome
you're still missing out.
3. I'm going inside
the awesomeness is gone now
you really missed out.
Cinquain Poem
Summer
Bright, freedom
Playing, running, exploring
Camping on a green cliff overlooking the Mississippi
Vacation
Eddie Ehlert
Sonet
By Ed Ehlert
What if I never saw you steal the car?
Would you still have to take my life so soon?
Why execute me like a Russian tsar,
When I agree to not proclaim your tune?
You make it look like I’m the one that’s wrong,
You’re forcing me to change my plans for you,
You try so hard to block my honest song,
You counter reason with something untrue
Just drop the gun and walk away from here.
Just try to leave these memories behind.
Just for a moment look inside a mirror,
And look upon the sad state you’ve defined.
I’m waiting here for you to make a move,
And praying you will see I don’t approve.
Eddie Ehlert
Per. 7
Creative Writing
Dr. Terry Walsch
Clean shaven, short neat hair, small burn marks scattered on his left arm
28 yrs old
parents in Michigan, sister in Texas, brother in Europe, lives alone
Working in the Medical Research Clinic of Richmond Virginia was actually good work for a single 28 year old. The pay was good and he was often able to go home to Drenthe Michigan on the holidays to see his parents still there. The team at the clinic that he spent a lot of time working with were brilliant men and women and easy to get along with. If not for his dyslexia, he would have graduated from Harvard Medical a year earlier and possibly be well on the way to becoming the director of medicine at the clinic. Infact, it was because of the dyslexia that he had several small burn marks on his left arm as a result from a formula mix-up in high school advanced chemistry. The lab coat he now wore was a typical plain white but concealed useless mementos including a picture of his childhood sweetheart, an empty matchbox from the Skilligallee Seafood Restaurant downtown, and a pop tab he was saving for the Ronald McDonald Foundation.
Terry pulled up in his allotted parking space just as the sun began to disappear behind the facades of the surrounding buildings. He closed the car door and began to walk towards apartment No. 108 where he fumbled for the correct key. After inserting the key and giving it a jolty twist he heaved the door open into a drafty and creaky 4* room apartment (*including the kitchen semi-connected to the main room, of course). He entered the main room-kitchen and slammed his keys and hat down on the counter disgusted with his living conditions.
His alarm clock, set for 6:45 a.m., went off to tell Terry to start the day but that didn't matter.He sat already at the counter eating a bowl of Cocoa Puffs. All night he was unable to sleep due to the huge extensive research and data table needing to be finished for the research his team had completed on the effectiveness of a new arthritis pill. He had volunteered to draw up the graphs showing every trial, all 35 of them. Unfortunately he had only the first few done. On top of that the research results were being sent out with the drug to medical facilities along the east coast.
He drove to work that gloomy morning unsure of having a job the next day. Once settled in a parking space, he debated for a minute weather to actually show up or call in sick. Memories recalled from Michigan of the consequences from a lack of integrity changed his mind. He entered the building and, head down, joined his team at the oval table in the meeting room.
"They're demanding results today to be sent out."
A man in a black suit interrupted, "But we can't begin to put things together until Terry and Amanda get here with their - oh good Terry, you're here."
Terry ashamedly replied, "Ya, but I didn't quite - "
Just then, a woman entered the room with a bulging folder, "Ya'll haven't started yet have ya?"
The man in the suit replied, "No we had to wait for you guys.”
"Well," the woman began to say as she took out two packets of paper and set them on the oval table, "here are the 35 data tables and graphs."
Terry looked at her astonished. What on earth would have prompted Amanda to do those graphs for him?
Five New Things I Noticed Around the School:
1. The kid in the corner by Mr. Shuman's room.
2. The weird round disco ball looking thing in the cieling in the commons.
3. The monkey guy in the painting on the wall by the art room.
4. The map on the wall in the councilor recieving room.
5. The words on all the clocks in the school.
Ten Important Things to Me:
1. Sitting down to a wonderfully cooked dinner with my entire family, including my sisters husband, and an empty stomach.
2. Being confident that what ever I do in my future, after high school, will be fun and interesting and that I can put 100% into it.
3. Standing in the midst of soft green well hydrated grass on a perfectly still 90º day waiting for the crack of the bat over in infield to force
the play that lets us bat.
4. Being able to be somewhere where I can be around alot of people all crazily doing their hurried and interesting activities…
5. …then being able to go back to my peaceful small town and enjoy the refreshing feeling of having nowhere to go.
6. The long drink of ice cold, crystal clear water after a long hard practice.
7. Forgetting to switch the alarm on a day off, and when it goes off at 6:30 in the infant hours of the morning, being able to shut it off and give myself a few more hours of rest.
8. Feeling the hard tug of the line as a strong slippery fish latches on to the bait at the end of my pole.
9. Walking through thirsty tall grass, near the dry woods, as a dark storm in the West approaches, ready to burst over the parched land.
10. The familiar smell of old people in the third row of my church in Audubon while we all learn together secrets held in the Ancient Words.
Revised Journal
I spent my afternoon after school, yesterday, watching the after inauguration stuff and trying to pry my eyes away from it so I could get started on the homework I had. For some reason, however, I was captivated by all the bogus attention they were giving to our next president. He's not a celebrity, Martin Luther King, or a god. In my opinion, he is the man chosen by our people to run America for the next 4 years. But I couldn’t seem to peel myself away from watching all the hypocrisy the media made out of a demonstration of democracy, freedom, and liberty. In my opinion, if all people are equal and no one is supposed to be racist, then why does the media make such a big deal out of our president being black? Is he not just as equal as other men?
What I Want Is
By E.L. Ehlert
What I want is
An untouched place
To have what I want
What I want is
This place to preserve
All aspects of truth
And deny all lies
That are conjured by men
This place must be
Beautiful and serene
A symbol of hope
That none can refute
Three Haiku Poems
1. I'm outside right now
and it's basically awesome
you are missing out.
2. I'm still outside now
and it's still very awesome
you're still missing out.
3. I'm going inside
the awesomeness is gone now
you really missed out.
Cinquain Poem
Summer
Bright, freedom
Playing, running, exploring
Camping on a green cliff overlooking the Mississippi
Vacation
Eddie Ehlert
Sonet
By Ed Ehlert
What if I never saw you steal the car?
Would you still have to take my life so soon?
Why execute me like a Russian tsar,
When I agree to not proclaim your tune?
You make it look like I’m the one that’s wrong,
You’re forcing me to change my plans for you,
You try so hard to block my honest song,
You counter reason with something untrue
Just drop the gun and walk away from here.
Just try to leave these memories behind.
Just for a moment look inside a mirror,
And look upon the sad state you’ve defined.
I’m waiting here for you to make a move,
And praying you will see I don’t approve.
Eddie Ehlert
Per. 7
Creative Writing
Dr. Terry Walsch
Clean shaven, short neat hair, small burn marks scattered on his left arm
28 yrs old
parents in Michigan, sister in Texas, brother in Europe, lives alone
Working in the Medical Research Clinic of Richmond Virginia was actually good work for a single 28 year old. The pay was good and he was often able to go home to Drenthe Michigan on the holidays to see his parents still there. The team at the clinic that he spent a lot of time working with were brilliant men and women and easy to get along with. If not for his dyslexia, he would have graduated from Harvard Medical a year earlier and possibly be well on the way to becoming the director of medicine at the clinic. Infact, it was because of the dyslexia that he had several small burn marks on his left arm as a result from a formula mix-up in high school advanced chemistry. The lab coat he now wore was a typical plain white but concealed useless mementos including a picture of his childhood sweetheart, an empty matchbox from the Skilligallee Seafood Restaurant downtown, and a pop tab he was saving for the Ronald McDonald Foundation.
Terry pulled up in his allotted parking space just as the sun began to disappear behind the facades of the surrounding buildings. He closed the car door and began to walk towards apartment No. 108 where he fumbled for the correct key. After inserting the key and giving it a jolty twist he heaved the door open into a drafty and creaky 4* room apartment (*including the kitchen semi-connected to the main room, of course). He entered the main room-kitchen and slammed his keys and hat down on the counter disgusted with his living conditions.
His alarm clock, set for 6:45 a.m., went off to tell Terry to start the day but that didn't matter. He sat already at the counter eating a bowl of Cocoa Puffs. All night he was unable to sleep due to the huge extensive research and data table needing to be finished for the research his team had completed on the effectiveness of a new arthritis pill. He had volunteered to draw up the graphs showing every trial, all 35 of them. Unfortunately he had only the first few done. On top of that the research results were being sent out with the drug to medical facilities along the east coast.
He drove to work that gloomy morning unsure of having a job the next day. Once settled in a parking space, he debated for a minute weather to actually show up or call in sick. Memories recalled from Michigan of the consequences from a lack of integrity changed his mind. He entered the building and, head down, joined his team at the oval table in the meeting room.
"They're demanding results today to be sent out."
A man in a black suit interrupted, "But we can't begin to put things together until Terry and Amanda get here with their - oh good Terry, you're here."
Terry ashamedly replied, "Ya, but I didn't quite - "
Just then, a woman entered the room with a bulging folder, "Ya'll haven't started yet have ya?"
The man in the suit replied, "No we had to wait for you guys.”
"Well," the woman began to say as she took out two packets of paper and set them on the oval table, "here are the 35 data tables and graphs."
Terry looked at her astonished. What on earth would have prompted Amanda to do those graphs for him?